So just so you guys know, there will be 50 chapters in this story and an epilogue. I know, this means we are very quickly coming to an end! But never fear, there will be a prequel called 'Ignite', coming soon that contains the events of Birth By Sleep. It'll be a relatively short prequel, only 5 chapters, but there will be a sequel coming after it called 'From The Ashes' that will contain the events of Dream Drop Distance and KH3
XLVII.
When finally, we touch ground, I know exactly where we are, despite never having been inside this room. It's very obviously inside the old mansion in Twilight Town. A bedroom—properly dusted, the bed freshly made, drawings covering the walls. This must have been where Naminé slept, though beyond the drawings, there are very few personal items. A vase of dead, white roses sits atop one of the night stands, a crocheted quilt, colored with reds, oranges and golds lays at the foot of the bed. But otherwise, this room is utterly generic looking, not much different than the rooms in Castle Oblivion.
There's a sort of peace that rushes through me as I look at the room, a room that is not my own, a place that is safe, not under the constant threat of Xemnas, of Saix, of something that will surely crush everything I am. The peace lasts for all of ten seconds before Axel throws me onto the bed. I hit it with wide eyes, breath leaving my lungs. Survivor clatters loudly as I try to tear it off beneath him. I barely have a moment to breathe before his mouth finds mine, hot and desperate.
I don't need to ask what he's doing, because I want to as well. He's trying to bury this, all of this.
Maybe the only safe place for our hurt is inside of each other.
Survivor hits the ground at the foot of the bed. I grab Axel's hair in fistfuls, his mouth travels my neck, tongue and teeth brushing at the pulse points as I hear him groan.
"Clothes off." I choke. This isn't sweet. This isn't tender. This isn't romantic.
It's visceral. Completely animalistic.
Axel pulls away from me, only to tear the zipper of his coat down. I snake my hands beneath my back and make quick work of my top. I cast it and my items belt aside as he takes his coat and boots off, and then I throw myself at him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist. My sudden weight on him puts him on his ass, at the edge of the bed, but this is fine, this I can work with.
My mouth finds his, tongue dragging across his lower lip. His skin is so hot, he tastes like fire, he smells like smoke. It is everything I've ever wanted and then some. This is my home. I rake a hand through his hair as my mouth dives lower, teasing and aggressive all in one. My teeth tug at his earlobe, I suck the hollow behind his ear. I drag my tongue across his throat and dip it into the hollow of his collar bones. My nails slide down his neck, to his back. He doesn't even try to hold back a groan. Instead, he just cries out, throwing his head back. The sound radiates straight down to the heat between my legs.
With the shifting of my hips, I grind into his hardening erection, savoring the buzzing sensation that spreads across my skin as he moans. He discards his gloves, I try to work off my boots while still keeping pace. The zipper of his pants is just enough friction, dragging across the velvet of my shorts, to work me up. With the clothing acting as a barrier between the two of us, the perfect amount of pressure is pressed against my clit. I roll my shoulders back, throw my head back. My eyes flutter shut as a sigh escapes my lips. Axel's breath is hot and heavy as his mouth finds my neck. The sudden burst of wet heat as he sucks the sensitive skin of my neck into his mouth makes my body jolt. I fumble at my pace, but roll my hips faster against his, trying to make up for it.
"Axel." I choke, working furiously against his erection. I focus on this moment, his heat, his outline, the sound of him sighing against my skin. I try to hold onto all of it for as long as I can. But with how long we have gone without touching each other, and the insane pace I have set, it is a matter of minutes before my body seizes up and an orgasm like an electric shock shakes me. I clench as it radiates from my head to my toes. Breath tingles as it floods my lungs, and the sudden rush of endorphins makes me feel euphoric. I giggle, stupidly, carelessly, just before Axel tackles me back into the bed.
He makes quick work of his pants, shoving them down his legs, along with his boxers. But I'm almost hysterical. I feel incredibly light, deliriously happy. This moment, this brief bit of reprieve, after the torture, after the pain, feels so incredibly blissful, I cannot help but to delve deep into it. I want to catalogue each second in here, in this bedroom, with him hovering over me. I look at the muscles on his chest, I touch old, familiar scars with featherlight fingers. He shudders, sucking in a breath as he looks down at me. His eyes look dark, hazy, as though his intoxication with me is threatening to consume him.
"You're wearing far too much clothing, sweetheart." He reminds me, voice barely above a growl. Oh, fuck yes.
"Maybe I need you to help me out of it." I bat my lashes at him, feigning innocence. He snickers, shaking his head.
"Come on, princess." He lowers his mouth to my ear, his breath tickling my excited skin, until I am arching into him. "I know you're a lot dirtier than that." His hand dives into the waist band of my shorts, past my panties. His fingers no time in finding my clit. I gasp as he touches me, pinching my eyes shut, bucking my hips desperately. "You can't try to play the virgin when I know you already came." He drags his teeth down my neck, and suddenly, his hand dips lower, two fingers plunging into me.
"Oh fuck!" I cry out, the brilliance of him filling me is so overwhelming. My breath starts coming, short and shallow as he pounds his fingers into me, stretching the fabric of my shorts to its limit. My muscles uncurl as he brushes his thumb across my clit, hand wet with my recent orgasm. He draws his fingers out of me and rubs my wetness across the lips of my pussy, across my clit. I'm so beautifully wet, I think I could come again, just from that feeling alone. I buck into his hand, feeling him grin against my skin as he withdraws from my shorts.
My breath hitches as I feel him brush his soaked fingers across my mound, up my stomach. Once his hand is finally free from the confines of my clothing, he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. I repress a shudder, completely transfixed on him. He's so fucking beautiful. I quickly yank off my shorts and panties and toss them to the floor.
That's all the permission he requires to grab me by the small of my back, pull me in tight and plunge into me.
If I thought the feeling of his fingers in me was everything I needed, I know now I am dead wrong. I cry out, legs falling open, needing every inch he gives me. His name spills from my mouth, as a praise, a curse, an encouragement. He is my mantra.
Pounding into me desperately, he starts to breathe my name, forehead pressed to mine, eyes burning into me. He's living for this, I can tell. Loving the fact that I cannot hide how dizzy with pleasure I am for him. Our bodies are slick with sweat as he works against me.
"Fire." I beg, unable to form a coherent thought. Thankfully, he understands exactly what I need, exactly what is going to draw me over the edge. A lazy grin spreads across his features. For a second, I think he is going to tease me. But instead, he traces a finger across the curve of my waist. I feel the beautiful tickle of flames heating my skin and I throw my head back against the pillow, a wordless cry spilling from my lips.
"Anything for my girl." He breathes, brushing that hand across the top of my thigh.
One hand clutches my hip, slamming me down into his cock again and again at a pace that takes my breath away. His other hand works dexterously, ticking every square inch of my body with flames. His breath starts to shake, he begins to choke on his moans. At such close proximity, I have the perfect view to watch his face contort as he approaches his orgasm.
"Rueki, if you're going to again, I need you to…I'm gonna…" I grab his hand off my hip and bring it to my clit. He works at me quickly, sloppily. His heat, the friction, the wetness, it's almost enough, and then he does something bold and dangerous. He runs his index and middle finger across the lips of my pussy, flames coming to life on his fingers. It doesn't hurt, instead, it's the perfect teasing sensation that makes me scream as another orgasm electrifies me. I am a spring, coiled too tightly, and when I release my entire world spins sideways on its axis. True to his word, Axel follows immediately behind me, crying out my name before falling limp onto me.
We're drenched in sweat, but with the heat he constantly emanates, as we cool down, our skin doesn't. I breathe, finally unwinding. I lie, a puddle beneath him. It's all I can do to breathe properly. His fingertips trail across my skin, ever so delicately, skin barely brushing skin. The sensation almost tickles and it makes me shiver. I inhale sharply, and then chomp down on my lower lip. Everything that has happened since we stepped foot in this mansion is the first taste of pleasure I've had in two weeks. The loneliness, the nightmares—
The pain.
The high I felt post orgasm fades quickly. My blood stops buzzing. I hit the ground so hard, I don't think Axel could catch me if he tried. Everything that has happened since the day Axel left The Castle That Never Was, comes rushing to my mind, the weight of it all nearly crushes me. This moment, this beautiful moment we're having is so real. But so are all of the scars on my body, all of the pain, all of the hatred. I'm not going to cry. I don't want to fucking cry. His thumb brushes against the particularly knotted scar on my arm, in the spot where Saix slashed hard enough for me to lose feeling. I choke as I look down at where he touches me. He shifts his weight off of me, coming to sit up beside me. I lay, my back on the bed for another moment, unable to will myself to move.
"What?" He asks, voice barely a breath.
"It's just…" I roll my lower lip between my teeth. "I can't…The place that scar is still doesn't have feeling. I just thought it would, with how dosed up I was on potions." I watch a light extinguish in his eyes with each world that leaves my mouth. His hand falls limp. They slide to his side. I didn't mean to, I swear, but I have ruined this moment not just for me, but for him too. Tears start to spill from his eyes and what's left of my heart crumbles. I completely lose it.
I throw my arms around him and climb onto his lap, hiding my face in his shoulder. He wraps his arms so tight around my waist that I think he is going to crush me into him, but if that's the case, I really don't mind. He shifts me upward, with the shift of his hips, suddenly he's got his cheek pressed against my chest, while my chin rests on top of his head. My hands shake as they find his back.
"What exactly did he do to you?" He murmurs, lips brushing my sternum.
"Axel…" I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I can talk about this. I think the very effort will cause me to combust, but he is determined.
"Just fucking tell me, Rueki, I need to know." He persists. I can hear the crackling in his voice, quite unlike a log on the fire. No, the noise that comes from him is wet and breaking. I try to breathe. It takes everything.
"Broken hand. Broken ribs. Broken nose. He bashed my face into the thrones. He stabbed me, a lot. Pierced my thigh all the way through. Must've gotten down past my nerve endings in my arm." I recall, crystal clear. For how hard I've been trying to push this all aside, repress every single second of that awful day, now that I am letting it out, it spills, erupting completely. I blink back too hot tears. "I don't know. I just lost a lot of blood."
"I thought he was my friend. I knew he wasn't happy with me. I guess I just really thought that underneath it all…he was still that same kid I grew up with." Axel whispers.
"Maybe he is. That's why he did all of this to me. He holds it against me, how close you and I are." I murmur, my voice strained.
"So, what? He tortures you because he's jealous?" He shakes his head in disbelief.
"He's more than just that. He fucking hates me." I correct, snorting derisively.
"I thought when I finally found someone that made me feel something, he'd be happy for me. He was supposed to be my fucking friend. This wasn't supposed to fucking happen." One of the hands that was once pressing me dangerously close, now slams onto the bed, balled in a fist. I freeze, fingernails biting into his back at this sudden moment of rage. I get it. I want to lash out, I want to scream, I want to completely lose my shit. But for just a second, I don't see Axel trying to displace his rage. I see Saix, leering at me.
'This is for me.' Those words leave me shuddering, infinitely closer to the man in front of me.
"A lot of shit that wasn't supposed to happen, did. By the way, he told me your big secret." I grumble, voice weak. Now, Axel is the one that freezes. He draws slowly away from me, pushing me back down his thighs so that he can look into my eyes, with his wide, horrified ones. I notice, instantly, the wetness on his cheeks and my hands fly to cup his face. "I just don't get how you didn't hate me, too, if I'm the reason Saix lost his heart."
It is simultaneously, I think, that Axel and I realize that we were not talking about the same secret. Relief washes over his entire being. I, however, am now holding my breath. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Wait, what about Saix's heart?" He asks.
If that wasn't the worst secret possible, what is?
Hyperventilation threatens to consume me, but I fight with every ounce of who I am to stay tethered to reality. No. Stop. I can do this. I can take normal breaths, I can do normal things. I can have a fucking conversation with the man I love without going into hysterics. Fuck, I miss worrying that I was too cold to process emotion.
"That wasn't the secret." I murmur. I climb off of his lap and pace around the room, winding my hands through my hair. I want to tear it out, I want to smash something, I want to displace some of this anxiety in any way I can. My eyes fly to the vase I noted earlier. Wilted white roses droop along the side of it, petals discolored and falling onto the night stand. I pick up the vase and, without a second's hesitation, chuck it across the room. It shatters, the jagged pieces of porcelain littering the floor. My heart hammers, my pulse throbbing in my wrists, my temples, my neck.
Suddenly, Axel is at my side, lacing his fingers through mine, looking at me as though I am a dangerous animal. I'm panting as I meet his eyes, and instantly, I force myself to look away, yet again. I didn't expect it to be this hard, I didn't expect to have this many conflicting emotions, clashing inside of me.
"Come on, baby, talk to me. Let me make this right." He's so guilty, he's so pleading, and somehow, this makes me so incredibly angry.
"You left me." I murmur. "You left me to rot, and you didn't even know how bad it was there. How the fuck could you?" My voice doesn't rise above a whisper, as I stare away from him. I catch Axel shifting in my peripheral vision. I know this isn't fair, I know my words are like ice, I know he surely would not have left me if he really knew the danger I was in. But right now, logic is failing me. I hate him. I hate the angry white lines that mar my body. I hate that I'm not going to be able to close my eyes at night without seeing Saix, hovering over me, taunting me. I hate that just when I think there is no way things can possibly get worse, I find out that I don't even know the darkest truth.
"I know." He whispers, his hands falling away from me. "I fucking failed you. I always fucking let you down. I can never manage to save you, just when I think that I'm finally going to make things right, I screw you over even harder. No matter what I do, I just keep ruining everything. I just can't stop your world from falling apart."
That is not what I expected. I hesitate, still unable to look at him as tears burn my eyes. I'm so mad at him, so mad that I was alone. But he's wrong. I remember the day on the Destiny Islands. I remember the beach in Twilight Town. I remember how every single moment has felt with him when we aren't so caught up in Xemnas' bullshit agenda or Saix's jealous rage. I remember what it feels like to be safe and free beside him, and it doesn't feel like I'm on a fast track to hell. But he's so heavily tied, tethered to Organization XIII in ways that I already knew, but didn't feel real until I was bleeding out on the throne room floor. And for the not the first time, it hits me hard that I have no idea where to go from here.
I lace my fingers through his, pulling his hand back toward me.
"You didn't know about Saix losing his heart because of me, did you?" I ask, turning back to him. His eyes flick up, from the floor, to mine.
"You got me on that one, sweetheart." He confesses. "He never wanted to talk to me about the day our world fell."
"He told me that you guys were trying to find each other when he lost his heart." I say.
"Well yeah, he was my best friend, of course I was looking for him. But then I ran into you, and you needed help. I wasn't going to let you just die." He reminds me. My hands start to tingle, I start to choke. While those words might have once been sweet to me, I have now seen the hatred, the jealousy, the betrayal in Saix's eyes. And I cannot shake that.
"Yeah, and he saw you defending me." I nod, swallowing my tears. "He was barely alive when he made it to where we were, all he wanted was to find you, and he saw you helping me. He said he wasn't far from us when the Heartless took his heart, that he screamed, and you didn't even look. Because you were so busy trying to play the hero and protect me."
The words hit him, I swear there is a visible weight to them as they crumble down onto him.
"He never told you that, did he?" I ask. Axel swallows dryly and runs a hand through his hair as he shakes his head.
"Uh…no…guess he didn't." He mutters. For a second, I fear he's going to pull away from me. That is the final straw. He and Saix were friends long before he and I were even civil with one another. If I'm the reason everything turned to shit in the first place, then why should he side with me? He loves me, I know he does, but if the roots of his friendship run deeper, well…
It wouldn't be the first time this man has thrown a wild card at me.
But instead of lashing out at me, instead of turning his back to me, he wraps his arms fully around me and sets his chin against the top of my head.
"How the hell was I supposed to know though? He never told me, he never tells me anything. If we could just not talk to each other in fucking circles…" Axel shakes his head. "Fuck. I mean, you were just a little kid. I couldn't let you die."
He doesn't know it, and I resolve not to tell him—he doesn't need to know I had a lapse of faith in him—but this warms me straight to my core. I should've known this is how he'd respond. Our love, the devotion we have to one another is a hell of a lot more resilient than I ever could've imagined it would be, in the beginning.
"Well, he resents us both for it." I confess. Axel's grip tightens on me.
"Yeah, well…" He grumbles, and I think he might be trying to come up with a smart ass comment, and while normally I live for this, I realize there's something more important that I need to get out of my system. For once, the snark can wait.
"I've got to tell you, though…This isn't just on him." I say. Axel freezes, and for a second I realize what this sounds like. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I am so not defending him, and you've got to come to terms with the fact that I'm going to kill him the first chance I get."
He draws in a wavering breath.
"This is an argument we can have later." He decides, which pisses me off, beyond all compare. I shove myself away from him.
"Fuck you, no it isn't. He doesn't get to get away with this. He's not your friend anymore. And if Sora doesn't get to him first, I'm going to make him hurt." I snap, limbs trembling, this time with rage. But Axel's smart. He's been with me long enough. I can see the calculations he's making, just based on his facial expression, his desire to persevere is a lot stronger than the burning need to be right. Guess that makes him more mature than me. He touches my cheek, leans down and puts his forehead against mine.
"Come on babe, you didn't interrupt me just so you could tell me you wanted to kill him." He reminds me, and he's right. Of course, he's right. I hate it. I hate that he's pacifying me, but it doesn't change anything. Whatever reason he has for wanting to keep his asshole of a former friend alive is on him. If he wants to be pissed at me, that's his prerogative, but if Saix can hate me to the point of wanting to murder me, then I can surely return the sentiment.
I draw in a breath. I need to focus. After all, I didn't interrupt him for nothing.
"Much as your boyfriend is a complete fuck head, he's not the only one that wanted me in the throne room for an 'interrogation'. Actually, I don't think he wanted me there in the first place. I overheard a conversation between him Xemnas and Xigbar. Something about wanting to test me, to see if they should try to teach me more dark magic. Xigbar wanted to, he wanted to use me to get to Sora. Saix called me a bunch of names and told Xemnas that I wasn't worth it. It was only when Xemnas decided that I needed to have my loyalties tested, that he volunteered to be the one to do the testing."
'This is for me'.
I'm not stupid enough to believe he was trying to protect me from Xemnas' darker intentions. And Axel doesn't even try to push that, which is smart of him.
"Why didn't you give me up, Rueki? I told you, do whatever it takes to stay alive. He could've killed you." Axel says.
"Because I really didn't know where you were. You think I expected to find you in Hollow Bastion? I was just lucky Demyx was sent there." Demyx. The loss of my friend brings tension to my muscles and a lump to my throat.
"But you could've lied! You could've gotten out of there!" Axel insists, a new intensity in his tone. I just shake my head. "Fuck, Rueki, you think I wanted to come back and find you dead? That's not worth it, none of this is worth it without you."
"The second I walked into that room, I realized that there was a good chance I wasn't making it out alive. When Saix told me I was the reason his heart is gone, I knew I definitely wasn't going to live. If it weren't for Demyx, I wouldn't be here now. Xemnas has completely lost his shit. Saix would've killed me, even without his permission, but Xemnas told him to silence me. Fuck, maybe Xigbar was the only one in that little trio that wanted me alive, but it didn't matter. If I was going to die, I realized, my death could count for something. It could bide you more time, it could get Roxas back. It could keep you safe. I didn't think I had a choice in the matter, I didn't see a light at the end of the tunnel, so I made due with what I could. Xemnas and Saix weren't going to fucking break me. If we couldn't get a happy ending together, I was going to at least get you one step closer to making it out alive. I didn't want to die, but there are a lot worse ways to go then fighting for something that is actually worth dying for." I say, urgent, breathy. He looks at me with eyes more vulnerable that I could've ever expected.
"You know, Saix used to ask me why the hell I was wasting my time with you. Even when we were kids, and I would go out of my way to harass you. It was different then, but now, I know he thinks I just like fucking you. I know he doesn't get it. I dunno if anyone in the Organization gets it, but it doesn't matter. Cuz I know you, Rueks. And the one thing the person I used to trust the most keeps overlooking is how damn strong you are. It doesn't matter what hits you or how hard. You always get back up onto your feet. You always hit back. No matter how many times you're pushed, you always manage to push back. And that is my favorite thing about you, Rueki. You've always been you, no one can break what you are. You might just be the strongest person I've ever met, sweetheart." He brushes his thumb across my cheekbone. My heart flutters. For all the harassment we give each other, for all of the compliments where we make fun of ourselves and pretend we're joking, I think this might be the most honest, sweet thing he has ever said to me. I could dissolve right here and now and be happy.
"You make me strong." I say, but he shakes his head.
"Maybe I help motivate you, sure. But that'd mean nothing if you weren't you, Rueki. You're fucking amazing, babe. Nothing can take away from that."
And I let him sing my praises again and again. Standing there, holding hands. Pressed against the wall, lips at my neck. On the bed, his mouth between my legs. Just when I think I couldn't get higher on his words, he tells me he loves me, again and again. I reach nirvana.
During his refractory period, we talk. About how he lost Kairi, about how Xemnas is losing his mind. About how I was pulled into the throne room, no weapon at hand, and couldn't even fight back. It becomes too much, so we fuck it all away.
And then, we talk again. About the future, about how we've got to find Sora and help him take Organization XIII down, and while Axel doesn't say a single word about Saix, he does agree that Xemnas must be eliminated, no matter what the cost. But the moment gets too heavy and I start to tremble, so he makes love to me, so vigorously that I forget my own name.
We lay in a heated mess when I beg him to tell me the secret he's been hiding from me, yet again. He pauses.
"Not yet." He whispers, shaking his head.
"Why?" I ask. "Xemnas clearly doesn't give a fuck about keeping me out of the dirty work anymore. Wouldn't it be safer if I knew, at this point?" Axel shifts his weight.
"You're probably right, sweetheart. But like I said, you're you. That's my favorite thing about you. And I can't lose that." He insists.
"But you said it yourself. I'm me, no one is gonna change that." I promise.
"Not a risk I can take right now." Is his response. I think he can sense the fight that is stirring in me, because he quickly counters. "I promise you, Rueks. It's almost time. Let's find Sora, help him end this, have him unlock Kingdom Hearts. At this point, we'll figure something out for Roxas later. I've just gotta get you safely to the end of this. That's all that matters now, got it memorized?"
There's something in his tone that I don't like. 'The end of this', not 'our happy ending'. It's different than how he usually says it, I'm sure I'm reading into it too much though. After all, I'm the one talking about finding a cause worth dying for. Not him.
We wake up the following morning, a complete tangle of limbs. Axel's skin is so warm, he's breathing heavily against the top of my head, stirring my hair. I don't think I've slept so soundly ever, in my entire life. My neck hurts, my body feels stiff, I stretch my calf, where it rests between his knees. No nightmares last night, much to my surprise. The pure relief that brings is enough to make me forget the soreness that has almost completely disappeared from my body.
He's clearly out like a light, drooling, mumbling complete nonsense. I shift my arm, trying to untangle my limbs from his, to reach out and touch his cheek. He sighs, still completely unconscious, but certainly able to feel pleasure at the sensation of my thumb brushing his cheekbone. I bite back a smile. This is pure, this is the very definition of light.
There's got to be something, there's got to be some way that I can capture these moments and skyrocket us toward the happy ending that we so desperately need.
I'm about to settle into a comfortable position, when suddenly, I realize why I woke up in the first place.
A noise, a rumbling, the sound of heavy footfalls sounds off from somewhere else in the mansion. Somewhere close.
My blood runs cold.
I tear myself out from beneath Axel and punch his arm as hard as I can. He wakes up, and before he can cry out, I slam my hand down against his mouth, muffling him. I place my finger on my lips and as he blinks back sleep, he seems to understand, after a moment. His eyes widen, at perhaps one of the most brutal wake ups of his life. The second I see recognition light his gaze, I tear my hand away and, as quickly and quietly as possible, I flutter through the room. As I find articles of clothing, I either yank them on or toss them at Axel, who is now infinitely more alert as the sound of footfalls approaches us.
"I'm certain they are in this world, somewhere. That's always his strategy, hiding right under our noses." Saix voice makes me clap a hand over my own mouth, tears, pricking at my vision. My fingers start to shake. Let him find me, I think. Let him find me, now that Survivor is sitting right at the foot of the bed. He won't expect it. I'll hide behind the door, he'll walk into the room and I will slash his throat.
"Awe, come on. You really think Axel's that boring? As if. My munny's on him and little Rueki being half way across the realm of light by now." Xigbar's voice chuckles. My eyes flick to Axel, who is dressing at a ferocious speed. I suddenly remember that I am supposed to be doing the same, my primal urge to take revenge falls away as I focus on the logic of the situation. I still have at least a few more hours and a lot more potions, before I am fully recovered from the hell Saix wreaked upon me. My shirt is still half way across the room, I'm still drowsy after being roused from my slumber. There's no way we're taking the two of them down right here and now, not without coming up with a better plan.
No, right now, all we have planned is to get to Sora and help him take down the Organization, no matter who stands in our path.
I find my shirt, zip it on and strap Survivor onto my arm.
"Did you hear that?" Saix asks.
"Yeah, sounds like a bunch of rodents crawling in the walls of this thing." Xigbar replies.
"Are you completely uninterested in orders? Lord Xemnas ordered us to find the traitors." Saix bites.
"Suit yourself, man. I am searching and I think we're wasting our time here." The nonchalance is clear in Xigbar's voice.
"Where do we go?" Axel asks, voice a low whisper. "They're gonna keep fucking finding us." And he's right. Sure, Twilight Town was a safe place to search on their part, a place Axel and I both have been drawn to, a place that holds beautiful memories for both of us. But it is also the world we know the best, the world we can hide best in…
Fuck.
There's one better world.
"I've got an idea." I breathe.
"Lord Xemnas expects us to go above and beyond to find those two. Do I need to remind you the importance of annihilating the traitors? Axel is better than anyone at deconstructing the Organization's plans, and Rueki is an immature antagonist. They need to be stopped, at all costs." Saix roars, loud enough to push Axel to open a portal.
"Hey, you sure this isn't a personal thing?" Xigbar cackles. I swear I hear Saix growl. "Ha, and I thought I knew what it was like, having to serve a master that asked a lot."
I don't quite know what that means, but now that we are fully dressed, I waste no time pondering it. I grab Axel's hand and we disappear through the portal.